Chapter 1

Kalen looked around. He was getting a serious feeling of deja vu. There was the stone wall, the tree, the tall grass, the dragon and a faint bit of music.
A song he had heard before. there were words sometimes. it went: "flower burning, midnight bright. moonlit ocean of the night. dragons sing and walk with you. remember nothing save the tune."
All very random.
But still he remembered; all of this was the same. Even what he was wearing was the same: light brown boots, heavy canvas pants, a white shirt and a bandolier with a bag attached. Kalen didn't need to open the bag; he knew what was inside: pencils, paints, brushes and paper.
He felt, along with the deja vu, that he needed to do something.
So he started painting.

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The dragon blinked. A primary keeper of the Wall it was his job to protect it from attack. however, the boy did not seem to pose any immediate threat.
Stretching his wings, the dragon turned and flew off toward the tree. that was the next point on his patrol routine. before he was halfway though, he turned back to look at the boy; He seemed to be poking a piece of parchment.
What strange things these humans do.
As the dragon landed in the tree a thought came to him; it is because of the strangeness of humans that he needed to protect the Wall.

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The painting was nearly done. the only thing left was to sign it. Kalen of Aahrenwold. what a strange name, but at the same time it was his own.
He looked at the picture. a nearly perfect likeness of the dragon that was here earlier. "i wonder where it went?" Kalen thought. "But" he thought "it doesnt really matter".
After all, he wasn't about to go pet the dragon.